Sunday, June 10, 2012

The Random Act of Kindness

A few weeks ago, one of my friends woke up on a typical Saturday morning, intent to spend quality time with her 10 year old daughter by taking her to a popular luncheon spot. Unbeknownst to her, by the time the sun completed its daily journey through the summer sky, she would be much wealthier for her actions that day. No, she did not defy statistically impossible odds and earn her place on the list of lottery winners, but she did gain something almost (or even more) valuable....a new friend.

Seems my friend took notice of an elderly woman eating alone at the table next to her in the restaurant. Saddened by the woman's plight, my friend decided on the spur of the moment to perform a random act of kindness, and she paid for the lonely customer's lunch. In return, she received the woman's unbelievable gratitude, as well as her company for the remainder of her meal. She learned a great deal about the woman, and by the time they parted ways, each felt a tremendous sense of compassion, kindness and empathy from the other... a feeling that cannot be purchased, no matter what the wealth of the intended buyer.

Since learning of my friend's generosity, I became determined to imitate her charitable spirit, as soon as the perfect moment presented itself. Last Friday, the perfect moment presented itself!

In preparation for our weekend visit to Raleigh, North Carolina for my nephew's graduation party, My husband Bob decided he would place his "Starvation Plus Package Plan" diet on hold for three days. Not intent to wait for Saturday morning to begin his binge, he decided to let loose at dinner on the way to the airport. Yes, two slices of pizza would surely prove to be a great start to his self-imposed "don't diet" weekend.

After Bob, my 14-year old daughter Melissa and I took our seats and placed our order, the conversation turned to our much-anticipated weekend and the excitement of spending time with relatives who we had not seen in over a year. As the waiter placed our pizza on the table, I noticed an elderly lady take a seat in the booth next to us. I glanced at the door, expecting to see someone join her, but alas, nobody appeared, and after five minutes or so, I had to conclude she had come to eat all alone.

"I feel so bad for that lady, she's all by herself," I said to Bob and Melissa, who glanced over at the lonely diner but said no more.

I began to form an imaginary scenario about this woman, and the events in her life that had led her to dine alone in a Pizza Hut. She glanced at a piece of paper in her hand, something that looked like it could be an amateur program, the kind that boasts elementary school chorus concerts or church fashion shows. I thought that perhaps she had stopped on her journey to see a grandchild perform, and maybe she had left too early and needed to while away some time.

I began to formulate my "random act of kindness" plan, and, I admit, I felt uncertain, strange, nervous, weird. How would this woman react? How would my family react?

I decided to keep my plans quiet, and nonchalantly excused myself to go to the rest room. Afterwards, I stopped at the register and asked who had waited on the woman. I told the server that I wanted to pay for her meal, and asked him to keep my "random act of kindness" confidential until we had safely exited the building.

Once back at my table, Bob, whose back had been to the register, did not show any indication of witnessing my actions. Melissa, however, asked what I had been doing. I told her I'd tell her when we left the restaurant. She smiled and said, "I think I know."

With satisfied bellies, we made our way back to the car and resumed our journey to the airport. I turned to Melissa and said, "So, what do you think I was doing at the register?"

"You paid for that lady's meal, didn't you?" she asked in reply.

"How did you know that mommy was going to pay for her meal," asked Bob.

"Because," she said matter-of-factly in response to her father's question, "it's what I would have done."

Now, I will be the first to admit, the $4.59 charge for the lady's meal did not break the bank. What's more, I know there are millions of people all over the world who dedicate their lives to helping others, so my actions were certainly not deserving of a Nobel Prize. However, knowing my "random act of kindness" inspired my daughter to, if given the chance, mimic my actions..........PRICELESS!

Lisa, at our old church, people were encouraged by the pastor to do just that very thing. He would say to just bless the person in line behind you at the drive through by paying for theirs, etc. It is a wonderful act of kindness and I'm proud of you for taking the cue to do that. Good gestures breed good gestures.

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My blog takes a humorous and poignant look at parenting my daughter Melissa, who is in college, enjoying my new role as "Mom Mom to my step-daughter Jessica's baby boy, and celebrating two decades of marriage to my husband and best friend, Bob. Thank you to Bob, Melissa, and Jessica for constantly giving me such good material!

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